Taken from Wings of the Morning – Patience Strong
All of these pieces are really short, but oh so beautiful!
When the sun has set in some far dim hour and the world is tired and old; when the last faint note of the song dies out, and the final tale is told; when the tools and weapons are laid aside, with the chisel and pen and brush……. God’s Voice will ring through the halls of space, from the depths of a timeless hush.
He will speak of deep and eternal things, far beyond our human ken – The secret workings of unseen powers in the destinies of men… And hearing, we shall be satisfied, to know that it was not in vain – the rage of grief and the heart’s red wounds, the desiring and the pain.
When the soul has flung off its last despair, with its hungers and its fears – having gazed deep down in the wells of Truth for a million lonely years… It will know the purpose behind it all; it will know and understand, why love has its price, and why sorrow must be – in the things that He has planned.